quicksand

I'm living in a silent film and hoping for a voice to fill the blank screen of reality The unknown is taunting me and I feel so far from all knowing and the unknown will remain out of reach I am away from the logic of science but not there to one of religion I am alone with my mind and none of it makes sense I have drifted away from society head down, hands clenched I don't feel like I'm on solid ground I feel unsure about my identity I'm far away from the light not yet in the dark I assume that this is my destiny I'm torn between the church and life a idea I will never realize I think I'm not on ground but I'm in it I'm stuck in the mud and under land I'm suffocating in quicksand and still wonder what will happen to this body